Fan Paozi smiled slightly and immediately shook his sleeve. A palm-sized fire red jade box flew out, its surface covered by a layer of golden talisman, almost enveloping most of it.
As soon as the jade box flew out, it flashed and shot towards Han Li.
Han Li's eyes flickered, and after a blur of his arm, he grabbed it in his hand and pointed a finger at the jade box. Immediately, all the talismans floated down, and the lid silently opened.
Inside were seven scales of varying colors, all faintly exuding an astonishing pressure.
"This is..."
Upon seeing this, Han Li was greatly surprised.
"Fellow Daoist Han, take a look yourself." Fan Paozi spread his hands, indicating for Han Li to feel at ease.
Though feeling somewhat suspicious, Han Li was not afraid of any trickery from the other party. With a slight shake of his wrist, a light blue scale jumped out of the box and landed perfectly in his other palm.
